Chapter Two: I Will Make You Mine
She opened sleepy golden orbs, a day or two after their first night together, that first joining of bodies.
She was miffed to find that Grimmjow was nowhere in sight, for he had said he would remain near her, to fight off the hollows.
She frowned, rising from the ground, and adjusting her hair, and her terribly tattered garments. Only her bottoms remained, for Grimmjow had ripped her top terribly, and she had used what was left to cover her lower half.
Though, Grimmjow had offered to walk around in the buff along with her.
She laughed that thought off, and compromised by leaving her top off.
She swung her head around, seeking Grimmjow's reiatsu. Strangely enough, she could not find it. She muttered a few uncharacteristic obscenities under her breath, for she had awoken with desire.
"That bastard." She muttered. How dare he play her game, and think he could win! She was an expert at hunting reiatsu, and she would find him. She just had to hold still, she refused to crash about like an idiot in search of him.
She frowned as a thought occurred to her. Perhaps he had found the way out of the forest, and had not bothered to wait for her. It had only been a day or two since their acts of passion, and she had not had adequate time to make him hers, and hers alone.
She vowed to do just such, and she knew she would.
Neliel perked up quickly as she felt a burst of his reiatsu, and with a sonido, she was at his side, her sheathed sword in hand. After all, she had to carry it everywhere she went, and that bothered her immensely.
It bothered her even more that no one had bothered to get her a decent outfit, and she had to walk around half naked.
Though, Grimmjow seemed pleased by that, and she supposed that was slightly more of a positive than a negative.
"'Bout time you showed up, woman!" he growled, and she hit him on the head with her sheathed sword.
"You're really one to talk." She said, and pressed against him. "Why did your reiatsu raise so suddenly?" she asked.
"Why did yours raise?"
"That's not of your concern. And I asked first."
"I figured you'd be wakin' up about now." He muttered, shrugging. "Fuck off."
"I'll leave if you want me to." She said, drawing away from him and turning to leave. He caught her arm.
"Not what I meant." He pulled her back against him. "You wanted something."
"You said you'd stay by my side. Has my company suddenly grown boring to you?" Neliel asked. "I don't suppose you find me repulsive to look at, or unpleasant to speak to."
"Ah, shut the hell up. I wanted to be alone and think for a while. You were fine right where you were. You're not hungry, are ya?" he asked.
"Not particularly. These Gillian really do not appeal to my appetite." She stated coolly.
"Yeah, I figured. That's why I wanted to give you this." He said, handing her something small, dark, and compact.
"What is it?"
"Food. It's the tastiest souls I could find. Wanted you to have it. I've had my fill." He looked away. Neliel frowned.
"How did you do this?"
"Can't you just shut the hell up and eat it?"
"Share it with me." She said. "I won't be able to eat it all myself." She lied.
He sighed and managed to split it, giving her the bigger half, but making it seem as though they were equal, by shoving his into his mouth quickly. Neliel took dainty bites, rather disgusted by the way he had eaten it, but she showed no sign.
She would have preferred regular food over souls, but that simply was not possible in their position.
"You wanted something." Grimmjow repeated after she finished eating.
"What makes you think that, Grimmjow? Are you now suddenly a mind reader? You have not known me so long." She stated.
"I know enough to know when ya want something, woman."
"It is Neliel." She corrected him, and he rolled his eyes.
"I know what you want." He said gruffly, pulling her close to him all of a sudden. She gasped, wondering if she was truly so transparent. She blushed and looked away. "But ya want more, don'tcha? I don't get it, but I'm willing to give you what you want."
"Are you sure you'd rather not take this slow?" she asked, feigning anxiety.
"Look at it this way," Grimmjow began, as he dragged her along with him to seat himself on a broad tree limb, and her on his lap. "I'm a man. You're a woman. We're alone in this forest. We have needs. Put two and two together, Neliel, don't play dumb with me." He warned.
"Oh, I know all of that already. You did not honestly think I was stupid? What I meant was the other things that you know I want. The more you referred to. Are you sure you wish to give me everything now?" she asked.
"Why the fuck not? Of course I do."
"You're not ready." She said softly.
"Yeah right! I'm fucking ready!" he scoffed.
"No. You do not know what you are getting yourself into. Wait." She said softly, launching herself off of his lap. She could wait, but she wasn't sure if he could. "I know you said you'd remain by my side, to protect me, but I need time to think." She said, and disappeared, her reiatsu dropping.
He groaned, leaning back against the tree's trunk. He had been so close to having her again! Though, just the simple proximity of her body had warmed him in ways he had never known before.
As if she felt the same.
He scoffed at the thought, wishing he knew what the hell to call the feeling. She probably knew.
She probably wouldn't tell him. The bitch.
Soon enough, she'd be back, and he knew it. Or, he'd find her. She'd said she needed time to think—time was not so long. He could wait. He was sorely tempted to pleasure himself with his hand—but he was sure he'd spoil himself for her.
And really, he just couldn't have that. She had already bested him multiple times where battle was concerned—he had to prove that he was better in a completely different field.
Using his hand would get him nowhere, and he knew it.
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Neliel sat upon a tree limb of her own, her leg swinging off of it slowly. She leaned back, her desire running high. She could wait, and she could wait, but Grimmjow's words had been correct.
They had needs. Her needs had to be fulfilled.
She was almost pained with the amount of desire she felt, and soon enough, she was pressing herself into Grimmjow's lap, her lips finding his.
"I knew you'd be back, woman." He grinned.
"I'll be gone again soon. I've found that there are certain things I must do before I can think clearly." She admitted. Which was true. With her desire for Grimmjow invading her brain, other thoughts were slow in coming.
"You won't stick around and cuddle, then?" Grimmjow feigned disappointment.
"Like you'd care." She whispered, her teeth sinking into his jaw, drawing blood.
"Maybe I would care. How the fuck would you know?" he demanded.
"I wouldn't. I also wouldn't care." She whispered, her hands trailing down his sides, and slipping under his attire to find his ready and waiting manhood. He bit into her lip, drawing her face to his as her hands caressed him.
"Sure you wouldn't." he teased, closing his eyes. Though Neliel's tattered bottoms covered what they needed to, they were rather open in the area between her legs. Not that it mattered to her, really, for that made it all the more easier to impale herself fiercely upon him, a sharp gasp tearing through her lips.
He grinned, his head rolling back for a moment as she adjusted her pace until she had found the perfect tempo. His hands found her hips, moving up and down her sensitive sides until they grasped her breasts. His fingers teased her nipples, and she cried out softly, nearly ending her motions.
She let his hands find her hips to guide her, so she had to do far less work. She did not mind having him control her tempo, and her hands were free to aid in the extra stimulation she needed at times.
This time, since her desires were so high, it seemed as though that stimulation were unnecessary.
His hands brought her hips up and down fast and hard, and she knew she was probably bleeding somewhere. She could smell the blood, and that only heightened her desire.
"Grimm…" she could not finish his name, for she was coming. She gasped softly, and her nails raked down Grimmjow's stomach, stopping a safe distance from his hollow hole.
His strong hands brought her down several more times before he was flooding her with his hot release. She panted heavily to catch her breath, and Grimmjow grinned in triumph, and satisfaction, pleased that he seemed to have bested her.
"What, Nel, too tired to talk?" he teased, and she scowled at him.
"What a pity you do not know how to retain a mood." She stated, before disappearing in another sonido. She would have time alone to recover, and to think.
Since she was satisfied, she would be able to think clearly.
There were many things on her mind, including their eventual escape.
She had to plan that soon, though she wished to make Grimmjow hers.
She could not say for sure how close to that she was, but she was sure she was getting somewhere. If not, she would have to work even harder, and she hated the thought of doing the work.
After all, it was he who should do the work if it were to turn out right in the end.
She smiled as she leaned back against her tree, her eyes shutting as she seemed to meditate.
She would make Grimmjow hers, and she knew it. If he were not already hers, he would be hers soon.
She already knew he enjoyed her presence—perhaps even needed it, and that was just a step closer to him being hers.
That would be the day they could make good their escape.
Though, when she thought about it, an escape so soon after would seem suspicious.
Soon after she made him hers, they would escape. She grinned at the thought.
Whether or not he liked it, she was going to make him hers.
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(A/N: Ah, so I stayed up a bit longer and wrote this! Voila! It's a bit short, and maybe lacking, but whatever I messed up, or am lacking in will be made up for in the next chapter.
I don't want to totally forget about this story because I love it so much!
Well, anyway, this is really my last update for now. So I'm going to go get some sleep now.
Hope you enjoyed this, and that there weren't very many errors! If there were, go ahead and smack me. I'm all right with that.
Good reading! And good…everything!)